I don’t know what’s going on with the universe, but wherever I look, cute babies abound. All over the web? Check. At the grocery store? Check. At the mall? Check. I spent over an hour in Macy’s newborn department last weekend, oohing and ahhing about teeny tiny clothes. And even though I intellectually knew that I was shopping for shower gifts for pregnant friends of ours, I swear my traitorous ovaries were rioting. They HURT. Just from looking at baby clothes! Okay, fine, also the nomnomnomalicious wee one who was cooing in the infant carrier in her mother’s arms one rack over might have had something to do with it, but still. I’m beginning to wonder if there’s not some internal coup being staged here. If perhaps the primordial follicles aren’t starting to get themselves organized, maybe start a union, do some picketing about how no one in the big bad brain bothered to ask THEM if they wanted to be out of work. (more…)

